Trapped Brown Girl with Red Blood
Michele George,
Author,
Columbus, OH.
The struggle of being born in a brown body is heavy. Society treats ‘us’ as though we choose to have brown skin, choose to be persecuted, choose to be who we are created to be. The irony is my red is blood. The blood of those that kill me and bully me for being me is read. But they only see my skin-as if my red blood means nothing. In America it doesn’t. The inhumanity of being brown in America causes constant stress and anxiety to myself and my family. You see, I’m a brown girl with red blood who has birthed 2 brown boys. I’ll stop there, because that burden makes living exhausting / yet worth it because I love my beautiful brown babies. I hope others respect their red blood
